The Magnolia is Full of Bloom

The magnolia tree is full of blossom.
When it rains, the petals open to drink.
A small woodpecker beats a distant drum,
as the afternoon sky fades to pale pink.
Soon the moon will rise, a fake sugar plum.
A love sonnet I'll pen in purple ink,
inspired by black eyes absorbing light
and giving darkness to a cool spring night.

The moon goddess dreams of magnolia scent,
as fading sunlight filters through the tree.
From shadows you offer no comment,
watching as I write wistful poetry;
a self-proclaimed scriblerian's lament
about love, you and moonlight potpourri.
You stand as if caught in a spider's web.
Do not fear my words of love, Dark-eyed Reb.

They are inspired by your sublime kiss
and the way you gaze at me from shadows.
Like fragrance you inhale me, such sweet bliss!
Poetic words born within passion's throes
are written so that we can reminisce
on dismal gray days that hide the rainbows...
about how our love stole moonlight from night
and bathed fragrant petals in perfect light.

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an Ottava Rima poem exercise